This is a song about "Funky"

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Watchin' me when i stiff on them like a photo funky

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

That's why i'm makin' money

"still chunky, but funky"